The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
at a glance,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
full of connected dense green leaves,
like a mirage,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
Naughty blowing little bubble
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
zigzag lotus pond,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
t wind,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
Music water dance in the fountain,
like a paradise on earth,
Pieces of green in different shades,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
looming, smoky,